Chun was a bit confused. A person who died a hundred years ago is starting to write a will now?
No, the key point is—
Chun exclaid, "I an, do you have any other ans or connections that can help her get her ID directly? With you unilaterally making a will, others won’t match the info, and they won’t believe it either!"
The old worker said sulkily, "At least you and I believe it, right?"
"Yes! But the key is others—"
The old worker said solemnly, "Whether others believe it depends on you! As long as you’re strong enough, even a fart will be believed by a large group of people. You can pull a beggar off the street and make him a prince! If you’re not strong, even a princess of a fallen state will end up as a prostitute!"
That’s very reasonable! Okay, it’s unrealistic to expect him to have connections a hundred years later, and making a will isn’t unplayable either. Just, how do we send the will to Aileen on that side?
The old worker shouted, "Old Curly! Stop laying bricks, co, co, get ready to seal! And Chifanda, bring the paper, pens, desks, and chairs you stole!"
Holy Shit, you’re all mighty, aren’t you aiming to be the Deputy City Lord?
In no ti, a tall, shadowy figure patted off the dirt and walked over in a gentlemanly manner.
Chun was amazed, "Is this the lawyer? I didn’t see any curly hair?"
The old worker laughed, "Bring on the curly hair!"
The lawyer actually pulled out sothing golden and shiny from his pocket and put it on his head!
Holy Shit, this light... Could it be a Divine Artifact?
The entire island of Evil Spirits cursed in unison: "Curly-haired dog!" "Bah!"
Great! Being cursed makes feel relieved, it ans he definitely is quite a dog!
Then Chifanda ca over too, "Hurry up, I need to design a blower!"
Chun rembered sothing, "This paper is too new, ain’t it? Doesn’t look like a will?"
The old worker snorted, "You’ve never made a will, you don’t understand... Don’t talk now, I need to write down all my creditors, I’ve already picked out a na for my granddaughter, sigh..."
Holy Shit, you talk as if you make wills frequently.
The old worker was writing fast, nas, dates, and numbers filled the paper densely from top to bottom!
Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit!
These are all creditors, rembered clearly even after a hundred years! If you don’t die, who will?
Finally, he finished, and at the end: "All my assets will be inherited by my dear granddaughter ’Pyande Bilenna’."
Chun was stunned, Bilenna?
Then the old worker waved his hand, and a seal appeared in his hand, which he stamped!
"Old Curly, notarize, copy, stamp!"
Old Curly gracefully took out a similarly golden and shiny seal, Holy Shit!?
BAM—stamped it!
The next mont, the golden glow flowed into the paper, turning the paper into a nearly tallic golden yellow, until the golden seal dimd and beca unremarkable. At the sa ti, Old Curly’s golden hair also lost its luster.
Holy Shit! Making a will is like injecting Divine Power, so ceremonial!
Old Curly gave the will a shake, and suddenly two pieces of silver and brass colored paper appeared!
Is this a Brass Copy!?
"This Silver Copy of the contract will be kept by , the lawyer, as a notarized copy. Please keep the original and the Brass Copy properly..."
After saying that, Old Curly pocketed both the silver paper and the Curly Hair Seal.
The old worker waved his hand contentedly, "Get back to laying bricks! Chifanda, move it, move it..."
Watching Old Curly’s elegant departing figure, Chun was quite impressed, "So, he can’t do business next ti without the golden seal?"
The old worker laughed, "Yes! You need to accumulate Justice Points for it to shine again, so in our ti, lawyers were in high demand."
Chun still didn’t get it, "The thing is you all died, are docunts signed by dead people valid?"
The old worker chuckled, "Have you heard of the principle that debts don’t disappear with death? Debt is regardless of life or death!"
Bullshit!
The old worker handed both papers to Chun, "The will is yours, figure out the rest."
Chun was troubled, "Aileen, I’m stuck on the island, I really can’t send the copy over to you."
Aileen spoke up, "I have a way, I’ll use the Magic Mirror to make a copy, a copy of the copy!"
Chun was shocked, "What? The Magic Mirror can do that?"
Aileen was excited, "It couldn’t before, but as long as I really want it, and the Magic Mirror has accumulated a lot of Power of Disguise, I think I can level up to get this new Special Skill!"
Holy Shit, no way? Going to such great lengths to level up to a photocopy machine? By the way, nobody uses fax machines anymore, right...
Chun hurriedly took out the Magic Mirror to see, and the previously swirling light flow began to spin rapidly, condensing swiftly like a vortex—until it flashed with light!
——System Prompt: Your Possessing Mirror Spirit Aileen has successfully developed the Magic Mirror’s new Special Skill "Copy"!
Holy Shit, you’re really sothing!
Aileen said, "Copy! Point it at the gold docunt!"
——System Prompt: Your Possessing Evil Spirit has requisitioned your entire Illusion Skill Value to use the Magic Mirror’s "Copy" Special Skill.
Chun was stunned, "It has to use mine?"
"I’m going to war, of course I have to save. You’re idle anyway so use yours!"
"Makes sense!"
In the next mont, a nearly identical piece of gold paper appeared in Aileen’s hand, and she was overjoyed, "Copy successful! Now, I can use this copied will to prove my identity!"
Instantly, Chun ca up with a full set of character plans, "Yes! If others dare not believe it, we’ll knock so sense into them!"
Aileen said again, "I think I should et him once and call him grandpa!"
Chun was stunned, "Your identity needs to be kept secret, is it necessary?"
"Of course it’s necessary, to the person who lets inherit over 2 billion in assets, calling him grandpa is too much?"
Chun suddenly rembered when Aileen said whoever gave her 1 billion, she would love them just the sa in the safe.
Sigh, alright. But is that property really? 100 years of interest, if there’s no negotiation, future generations owed will hunt you down to death, right?
Chun sighed, "Okay, then your identity secret is known to only three people."
Chun then raised the mirror and said, "Mr. Pyande! Your granddaughter Bilenna wants to see you!"
The old worker trembled all over, "Where’s Bilenna?"
"On the other side of the Magic Mirror, in the Southern Canyon!"
In the mirror, Aileen raised the newly copied gold paper, "Dear grandpa, Bilenna will definitely get our family’s debt back!"
The old worker was so moved that tears poured down his face, "Child! My child!"
Aileen also cried, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Bilenna loves you!"
Chun suddenly felt a sting at the corner of his eyes. Is it that emotional?
The old worker sobbed uncontrollably, "Child! It wasn’t that grandpa was stupid back then, insisting on lending money to others, but those people were not easy to deal with, refusing to lend might have ant being killed, so child, you must beco strong!"
"Grandpa, I’m already strong, and I’ll beco even stronger!"
So that’s how it is! A businessman without power becos the prey of bandits, no wonder this old man likes to put up a front...
Chun was also sowhat moved by this human tragedy-cody, "Mr. Pyande, as long as Bilenna takes this village, I can return your 2 billion!"
The old worker excitedly grasped Chun’s hand, "Child, did you hear that? The City Lord finally agrees to pay the debt..."
At that mont, the black smoke around the old worker burst and dissipated, exploding into a pure white light of enlightennt in life!
Holy Shit! Am I exchanging 2 billion for your redemption? But your granddaughter is my wife, your 2 billion is my 2 billion, what’s the point of a family paying debts...
Don’t waste the Resentnt, ring, absorb it!
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